Every time I lean forward, I wonder…
Having a little trouble sending it my way?
The light strikes my blonde hair at a new angle.
Suddenly, the lightest things, you’re not able to say?
My eyes must have a hint of sparkle.
Anything the matter?
Or do you just worry,
You won’t be there after the silverware and plates’ clatter?
It’s getting wayward; I can tell I’m making it difficult.
Why bite your lips when I smile?
We must be at a dangerously close distance.
Do you want to now, or should I give it awhile?

You can whisper it,
If you’re afraid I’ll hear.
You can scream it,
If you think I won’t be near.
You can implore,
If you think rejection is clear.
You can command,
If you think you can get a girl through fear.

Or is it just the romance,
And the candlelight and soft voices
And the slow dance
That is making it impossible to say you hate me?

Delilah Miller

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/romanced-and-tongue-tied/